On the magic crystal stage, Muyan slowly drew out the Qijue Sword.
This is the last battle in the one-star main city.
Soon she will go to the two-star main city.
At that time, it will be one step closer to Di Ming Jue and the princess of the Demon Race.
However, before she could move, the black clothes suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there were screams and the sound of heavy objects falling from the magic crystal platform.
The screaming voices in the square gradually weakened.
Everyone looked at the Magic Crystal Stage in shock.
I saw the participating male demons who were standing separately just now fell to the ground one by one.
Blood gushed out from his chest, staining the magic crystal platform red.
At this moment, the only ones standing on the stage were Ye Liangchen and... the eighth-level demon soldier Hei Feng.
"No!"
The short Maya on the platform let out an exclamation, "Heifeng's level has been raised to the ninth level in a short period of time! If I remember correctly, this is the first ninth-level magic soldier who has successfully advanced in our Blood Flame City! !"
Maya couldn't help but glance at the three Yu Ying behind her.
Clearing his throat, he said, "In this way, is there any suspense about the final outcome of this competition?"
On the magic crystal platform, Hei Feng slowly licked his blood-stained nails with his long tongue.
A pair of triangular eyes stared straight at Muyan, eyes full of tyranny and greed.
"Ye Liangchen, didn't expect that, did you? I already advanced to the ninth rank of Demon Soldier ten days ago!"
"In the previous games, I have been hiding my strength, just to give you a fatal blow at this moment."
Heifeng licked off the blood on his nails, then approached Muyan step by step with a grin, "Ye Liangchen, should you understand now? All the fame and applause you have gained these days are all from me. I gave it to you, now it's your turn to give it back to me. Hahaha... "
While talking, Heifeng said that the magic energy was wrapped around the nails, and he grabbed it out fiercely.
However, before his nails touched Muyan, his figure froze in place.
The smug look on his face gradually turned into unbelievable horror.
The young man on the opposite side stood there with his hands behind his back, calm and leisurely.
But he didn't know when a transparent long sword was inserted into his chest.
Unbiased, it slid past the magic core in his body.
A little to the left, the magic core shattered, and he was a dead end.
The young man's thick eyelashes moved slightly, and his sparkling peach eyes casually fell on his face, "What did you just say? You want to give me a fatal blow?"
Hei Feng's eyes protruded slightly, his mouth moved, and finally fell down with a bang.
The long sword on the chest slowly decomposed and dissipated, and finally re-condensed in Muyan's hands.
The silence in the square lasted about ten breaths.
Immediately after—
"Ahhhhh!! Ye Liangchen! Ye Liangchen!!"
"Ye Liangchen, I love you! Please look at me quickly!!!"
"Ye Liangchen let me be your mistress? I am willing to be your servant and pet!! I am willing, I am willing, I am willing to do anything!!"
"Ye Liangchen is invincible with one sword!! Ye Liangchen, the emperor of blood and flames!! Who will fight Ye Liangchen!!"
…
Amid the screams of mountains and tsunamis.
The young man was dressed in coarse white clothes, holding a sword behind his back, and walked down the magic crystal platform with a calm expression.
He patted the shoulder of Ye Ling, who was still standing stupidly drooling: "Let's go."
Yeling's back stiffened.
At this moment, she felt that countless murderous eyes fell on her.
If eyes could kill, she would have been torn alive by these witches and witches.